Jayy Starr - How You Mad? lyrics

[Verse 1: Jayy Starr] Momma taught me just how much these n***as ain't sh** How you hate, then on my tip like I ain't the same b**h How you frontin' on my clique, like my n***as ain't rich How you mad I'm f**in' on, like you n***as ain't switch I'm living better, I'm getting cheddar, this Cali weather Got me feeling so good, I think I'm Mason Betha I put that on my hood, yeah I put that on my setha Ain't no exes bih, you leave me, I act like I never metcha What the f**, is up, got henny-henn in my cup I'm progressing, that's a blessing While you haters are all stuck And I hear you talking sh**, bet you think I give a f** You probably mad I'm moving up and ya' whole flow s**s But I'm not one to judge, I'm 'bout getting a dollar Twitter ain't the only place that yo' bae try to holla I remain focused, f** these locusts, pray that I see tomorra' Life's a b**h and Imma pimp her, somebody pop my collar Woo [Hook: Jayy Starr] How you mad? Is it 'cuz I'm on my tip, tip Grown a** man acting like a lil' b**h, b**h Pop off if you wanna you don't want it with my clique, clique You gone have to k** me I ain't stoppin 'til I'm rich, rich Tell me how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad at me How you mad, how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad at me [Verse 2: Jayy Starr] Yeah you the sh**, but strictly on the gram gotdamn You got pics with celebrities, but baby you not them Ain't got industry friends, just know some industry n***as Homie I'm working, ain't tryna kick it, I'm 'bout getting figures Go figure, soon as I got mo' figures, these broke n***as And gold diggers, on my line like fiends to dope dealers I'm dope n***a, a fire spitter Do the most, that toast uh have you seeing 13 ghosts like Rah Digga I had to do that, case these n***as forgot That I'm these reason half these rap b**hes is never gone pop And you a bottom n***a, get it, you never on top Gone grab a seat and watch 'cuz I'm never gone stop I'm yelling West, West it's the Demi-Goddess Swear my sh** is cla**ic like I play on them pianas Gotta watch ya' step 'cuz the game full of pirahnas But I guess the plus is I can hang out wit Rihanna [Hook: Jayy Starr] How you mad? Is it 'cuz I'm on my tip, tip Grown a** man acting like a lil' b**h, b**h Pop off if you wanna you don't want it with my clique, clique You gone have to k** me I ain't stoppin 'til I'm rich, rich Tell me how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad at me How you mad, how you mad How you mad, how you mad How you mad at me [Bridge: Jayy Starr] How you mad Tell how you mad at me Is it 'cuz im living ya' fantasy Ya' life is such a tragedy Tell me how you mad How you mad How you mad How you mad Tell me how you mad